Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 177 Angry Sisters

"Aaaaaaah! Sister!!! Sister!!!!!! Sister!!!" In the ballroom, Beatrice's painful screams were like the snapping of a string on a lute playing a melodious tune.

The joy, the music, the wine, the dream—all came to an abrupt end.

Vampires do shed tears; two streaks of blood slid down Beatrice's eye to her chin, dripping onto the ground.

"What's wrong, Beatrice?" Kevin gathered his companions together.

Just as Beatrice was about to leave to look for Ariana, she suddenly lost her composure, knelt on the ground, and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

She clutched her head in anguish, kneeling on the ground, letting her blood and tears stain her pristine white dress.

Kevin didn't receive a reply from Beatrice, but he received something else instead.

The heavy door slammed shut with a sound like the accent at the beginning of a piano piece.

Lola Shaffer stood on the high platform, dressed in a magnificent aristocratic suit. He stood proudly, a stark contrast to Beatrice's loss of composure. At the center of his suit, a bloodstone was radiating a dazzling light.

He gave Kevin a smile, a bloodthirsty yet elegant smile.

"It's twelve o'clock, young master Kevin. The real party begins. Dance with my children and then join my family."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piano rhapsody suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its rapid rhythm filled with madness, the restless music stimulating every heartbeat.

"Fresh hearts, pure blood." The ornately dressed nobles had all changed. Their bodies swelled, revealing black, insect-like abdomens; their noses transformed into sharp mouthparts; their once slender hands became serrated forelimbs like those of a praying mantis. Their outer skin began to peel away, revealing a crimson interior beneath. A swarm of monsters resembling giant mosquitoes.

The dancers, who had been dancing non-stop in the ballroom, now appeared even more frenzied. While undergoing their transformation, they were also tearing at their partners with claws and teeth. Their previous display of affection and elegance had turned into a life-or-death struggle. They were eating each other's flesh and drinking each other's blood. Perhaps they loved each other so much that they wanted to merge with one another.

When this frenzied feast came to an end, all those pairs of red-glowing eyes turned towards Kevin, their cold gazes dimming the once bright lights.

Under the glow of Lola Shaffer's Blood Drop Stone, all the monster nobles were bathed in a red light.

Roar!

Hines' body rapidly transformed, and white, spine-like branches grew out of his body, turning him into a monstrous bear clad in pale wooden armor. White flames ignited in the canopy of his head, and he stood like a wall in front of everyone.

The giant bear paw slammed into the ground, and from beneath the floor, twisted black plants emerged, ready to entangle the approaching monsters.

However, under the influence of that layer of red light, those writhing plants actually retreated.

"Their immunity to natural forces is due to that layer of red light!"

Hines stood upright, his enormous bear paw slapping away a charging servant. The mutated servant crashed into a group of monsters like a bowling ball and never got up again, for the fallen monsters had already been devoured by those around him.

"Physical attacks are effective, but require a powerful impact; blunt force attacks are the best!"

William fired several fireballs, which scorched the monsters' skin.

Ice walls and earthen walls rose one by one, turning the originally spacious area into the mouth of a gourd. To enter, one had to dodge Hines's slap.

"Elemental damage is ineffective, but the resulting physical impact can disrupt it."

“Holy Light is ineffective; there’s something wrong with that red light.” Ariane casually added a few blessings to Hines, allowing him to maintain the effect for a longer time.

"Kevin! Take Beatrice and retreat. We need to tighten our defenses!"

Kevin was just about to help Beatrice up and step back.

She stood up on her own, her once neatly styled updo now disheveled, her long, loose hair obscuring her face, only tears of blood still dripping down.

Beatrice exuded a chill, and Kevin's intuition told him not to disturb her.

"...Can't you control their blood? That's perfect, isn't it? I have as much blood as I need."

Sharp nails dug into her chest, Beatrice seemed to be crying and roaring at the same time.

"My heart aches so much... it hurts so much I feel like I'm going to die."

Beatrice's chest was ripped open into a huge wound, and blood splattered, forming two bloody wings in the air.

Her pristine white dress was now stained crimson with blood, and two enormous bat wings tore through her shoulder blades on her smooth back.

Beatrice floated in the air, her blood wings and bat wings fully extended, her blood-red dress swaying in the air, the blood angel facing the monsters directly.

Blood covered her arms and her bat wings.

She roared, issuing a pronouncement of judgment.

"The pain my family has suffered! I will inflict upon you a hundredfold! Your wickedness! Will become your torment!"

"With my grief and rage, burn away your arrogance! Let my blood burn!"

Beatrice transformed into a crimson sun and charged towards Lola Shaffer. Many monster nobles spread their wings, attempting to intercept her from the air.

The flaming bat wings sliced ​​through their bodies, and in the instant the wound was opened, they drained their blood, which became Beatrice's fuel blood.

They flew up, plump with blood, and finally fell down as withered fragments.

Having dealt with the obstacle, the arrogant humanoid monster was now right in front of him.

Beatrice's fingertips moved a little closer.

At this moment, Lola Shaffer burst into maniacal laughter.

“Idiot, do you think the blood of the gods is so delicious? Every cup in this castle is filled with my blood wine. It is our food, our blood, and our life.”

"And you, you have already been tainted by it! Vampire! You have become one of us."

"Now, my angel, son of Hamlet, reveal your new form and turn your blade against your friends!"

Just as he said, Beatrice's body suddenly began to deform uncontrollably. Beatrice endured it all, her expression contorted, desperately reaching her claws towards Lola's body.

Lora Shaffer held his wine glass, watching elegantly as the girl struggled in her own web; he quite enjoyed this moment.

Ah, is it over? A futile struggle.

Just as he expected, Beatrice's distorted expression began to change, her expression gradually becoming peaceful, as if she was undergoing a transformation, gradually becoming her own child.

"Just kidding, you idiot." Beatrice suddenly opened her eyes, her sharp claws stabbing straight at you.

Lola Shaffer had no chance to resist because he saw a shadowy figure.

A shadowy figure appeared around Beatrice, embracing her. The shadowy figure's arms caressed Beatrice's body, gradually calming her restless blood.

Then, Shadow turned her head and glanced at Lola.

Beatrice tore Lola Shaffer to pieces.

Chapter 178 Race

Lola Shaffer was like a crushed tomato; it was hard to imagine that so much blood could be squeezed from his standard, even lean, frame. Blood soaked Beatrice's cheeks, staining her crimson; every inch of her skin, every strand of her hair, was stained crimson. After Lola Shaffer's death, the vampire nobles did not descend into chaos; instead, they went into a frenzy, surging towards Beatrice like an abstract tide of blood.

Beatrice picked up the blood-stained stone that emitted a red glow; its surface was smooth as new beneath the thick blood covering it.

"As expected, yet another blood artifact."

Beatrice held the Bloodstone in her palm, facing the horde of monsters surging towards her. The red light emanating from the Bloodstone on her chest intensified, its radiance as dazzling as the sun.

"I really do like vampires the most..."

The torrent of vampire nobles engulfed Beatrice, followed by a dense gnawing sound like a swarm of insects.

Within the densely packed "human mass," the previously obscured red light burst forth, blasting a hole in it. Beatrice spread her bat wings and flew into the air, while the vampire noble beneath her feet stretched out her hand in vain towards the sky.

"I love the strict hierarchy of vampires, because my blood constantly tells me that I am far more noble than you trash."

In Beatrice's torn chest, the luminous bloodstone was embedded in her flesh like a jewel.

Blood Artifact: Blood Power and Blood Oath.

Your race will be protected; they will be immune to all abilities lower than yours. Furthermore, you will have absolute dominance and crushing power over lower-ranking vampire races.

“Then, in the name of me, Baron Beatrice Naslan, the Blood Baron, my lower-ranking brethren…”

"Die, all of you!"

Blood flowed out along with wails, the blood of every vampire noble was draining away, their bodies began to wither and shrivel, turning into something like dry wood, and finally into ashes that crumbled at the slightest touch.

Their blood, like rivers flowing into the sea, stretched out in the air like bright red ribbons, merging with the emerald silk that glowed red in the sky.

……

Nia's tentacles were connected to Lyle, and what he saw was as clear as what he heard.

Insects were gnawing at her clothes, gnawing at her bones. In the darkness, only Ariana's soul flames brought light.

Now, those two blue-green flames are like candles flickering in the wind.

Ariana's protection shattered, and behind her emaciated figure collapsing against him, Lyle saw those abominable creatures.

They screamed, their initial attack and erosion paused for a moment, and the red light on their bodies dissipated.

Lyle knew that these insects were ready to mutate.

He reached out his hand, and Nia's black tentacles extended along his arm, their magic carrying an ominous hue, as dazzling as stars, descending upon the swarm of insects.

"The time has long since come."

Flesh and blood riots.

Their bodies began to writhe, but their shells were utterly ineffective against the attack from within. Crimson, fleshy tentacles tore apart their interiors, and a foul-smelling fluid oozed from the worms.

Accompanied by the insects' screams, the tentacles danced, taking their lives and venting the manipulator's rage. Before long, the entire room had become a forest of tentacles.

Lyle held Ariana in his arms; she was much lighter than he had imagined, yet also much heavier.

“Ariana…”

The flames went out.

Lyle's body began to tremble as he held the skeleton, enduring the collapse of his heart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Nia deformed irregularly as she roared, just like the swarm of fleshy tentacles, destroying the surrounding insect corpses.

The door shattered in the next instant, and from the shards, a gigantic figure lunged forward. Its monstrous claws seized Lyle's head, slamming him violently against the wall.

A massive, bat-like head, with fangs like polished daggers, and hands that seemed designed for destruction, carefully cradled Ariana's bones. Two lines of bloody tears slid down her hideous head once more.

His rock-like body touched Ariana's, the red stone on his chest emitting a bewitching light.

"elder sister……"